Babický (Late Night Edition)

Do you see the blinding lights From your point of view This city always looks so dull It’s called the eastern Paris Where the sun rises at night So why let them tear us apart Nothing can stop our night ride  Let’s catch the tram and goin‘ anywhere  Old Town, New Town, Wenceslas Square    Duplex, Lucerna, Roxy  James Dean, Hemingway  Wo find… Continue reading Babický (Late Night Edition)

The City

Are we awake? How am I supposed to keep on? Was it the fruit from the start? It played a part  For goodness sake I wasn’t told this wind be this cold Changing times came and set me apart Leaving me with a heavy heart  Outside they plunder empires But inside I stay and try to find words to say Just if the end of… Continue reading The City